Preperation for tommorow
#2 of battle book **a wow fanfiction, second part so far, dont worry it will pick up, please vote and reveiw, even if you think this is rubbish, then i know not to jam uf yiffstar with rubbish, thx** the plan was settled upon, these pesky centaurs had
A Lucky Day
The small sharptooth screamed in surprise and trashed in the limbs holding him. the world spun around as he was take from the ground and slowly raised higher and higher. he stopped struggling after a while to look down.
Chapter Twenty-Three (Wendell)
"angie said there was a photo of jani in an old building, all the cabins we stayed at were trashed and spray painted, someone left a map and coordinates. why? did they not tell you about that?" i wonder.
Clean-Up on Aisle 1
"why am i always the one who has to haul out the trash?"
Different Sizes, Chapter One
Had anyone any intelligence, they would've imagined it to be a snake, maybe some large scorpion nesting itself pretty well between one piece of garbage and another's silver packaging.
Pawprints (a poem)
So i'll have to take my trash along and see if i can see... a way to make it art, my friend, to make it dear to me. and i know not where i go and know not whom i'll meet.
The Gauntlet
"you'll have to do better than that," he sighed before tossing the weapon aside next to a few garbage cans.
The reason I live.
Sorry if you find this to be utter garbage, i personally do a bit, but like i said wanted a second opinion. another day, just put on a smile. make a joke to keep up appearances. just have to be strong for a little while.
Are You the Zombie King?
C) meele d) guns (any type) e) found items (bat, trash lid, metal bar, ect) q4. what time of the zombie attack take place? a) beginning b) middle c) end (close to) q5. if you were in the middle of a zombie attack, what would you do? q6.
A negative feeling
All along why do you think that i am so great never see my colors it must fate please open up and look wide see the heart that's not inside i always keep them bundled up the feelings go like mental rush i threw them all out in the trash
Dense-cision...
Mind visually a blur, i walk with pride to a battle unsure desperate never a word that crosses my heart i hold steady, ready to tear anything in my way apart burdened with meanings left by the best i stay focused to take on the rest what's left is trash
three
Why can't people just entertain each other by conversation, thought experiments, and old-fashioned trash-talking? is there some of light-hearted nature to games that makes it easoer for people to communicate each other and share experiences?